Rohan adjusted his tie as he stood before the grand conference room in Delhi's Ashoka Hotel.
Inside the hall sat the most powerful and celebrated names in Bollywood, directors who defined the industry, producers who controlled the purse strings, and actors adored by millions across India.
Their curiosity about this meeting was tempered by nervousness; they all knew Rohan's reputation.
He wasn't a man to mince words, and he certainly wasn't one to tolerate dissent.
The double doors opened, and the room fell silent as Rohan entered, his stride measured, his expression resolute.
Behind him were Harish Patel, the Finance Minister, and KP Singh, the Foreign Minister. Neeraj lingered discreetly in the background, carrying a file that everyone suspected would be the crux of the meeting.
Rohan stepped up to the podium, his piercing gaze sweeping across the room.